Monday, June 13, 2011

Rain



There is a weird trait that runs in my family. When we fall asleep our eyes are often open ever so slightly. It brings in to our dreams the faintest of glimpses; Just a sliver of the waking world. It is enough to have a slight effect on our dreams, adding a touch of reality to the images in our mind. Because of this flaw... or perhaps gift... my family has the most vivid and detailed of dreams.

I claim it as a gift most any day of any year. There was one day, though... one rainy, morose day that my most animated dreams were seen as a flaw. I was sixteen at the time, and it was a hot, sticky August night. I left the window open just an inch, hoping to entice a breeze to grace me with its cooling breath...

I woke up before the alarm. Bleary-eyed, I surveyed the room. Everything seemed in place, and I figured since I was up I might as well get dressed. As soon as my feet touch the floor, a gust of wind blew through my window, pushing back my curtains 'til they tickled the ceiling. I crept toward the window, and pushed it down tight. I locked it as per usual window etiquette in my house. As I turned to get dressed, it started to rain.

It was a harder rain than we had in years; A great torrent hitting the house so hard it could've been mistaken for hail. The downpour just came out of no where. There were no clouds in the sky when I closed the window, and there was no mention of any rain on the evening weather report the night before. I shrugged it off as your general summer rain (you can never predict them) and start getting dressed. I was reaching for my belt, the capstone to my dressing pyramid, when I heard a woman screaming.

I momentarily froze. My first instinct was to run to my mother's bedroom, and see what had happened. Maybe the thunder had jolted her awake? No... It couldn't have been mom. The scream came from outside. I walked over to the window and gazed out in to the falling water. I froze in a mixture of panic and fear.

She was just standing in my driveway. I  could plainly see the white picket fence through her. I couldn't make out her face -- if she even had one, but eyes or no, I could literally feel her looking at me. Looking in to me...

I woke up in panic. I was covered in sweat, and breathing heavily. The clock read 6:14 AM, I still had sixteen minutes until the alarm was supposed to go off. I didn't want to go back to sleep, not after that dream, so I got up and started getting dressed.

I reached for my belt, and it started to rain.

54 comments:

  1. Woah, nice scary story. That gave me the chills! Followed.

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  2. thats sick dude deja-vu at its finest

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  3. that is honestly pretty good, wow!

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  4. I love dream stories, excellent blog.

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  5. You are a great writer. proudly followed.

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  6. super scary, glad that trait doesnt run in my family, haha

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  7. A nice dream in dream terror story. I like it! Hope you'll post more of these in the future!

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  8. well done, I wait for the next post

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  9. That was beautiful. Keep on keepin on. Good stuff.

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  10. Powerful writing and a little disturbing, the way i like my histories

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  11. I have often slept with my eyes open as well and I get REALLY bad DRY EYE because of it :(

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  12. that would sketch me out to hard

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  13. Haha, wow nice ending! Good stuff!

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  14. wow intense dreams! followed.

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  15. good blog bro keep up the stuff :)

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  16. that sounds like an awesome trait to have haha

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  17. Awesome.

    I'm so glad to have found more narrative blogs, they are so fun to read.

    Followed, hard.

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  18. Rain is something mystic
    +follow

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  19. I wish I could dream so vividly

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  20. Very interesting story. I hate the ran.

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  21. Well written, I like your style :)

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  22. Nice talent man. Seriously well written.

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  23. now that is what I call a cool story bro!

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  24. Excellent post. the imagery in the writing is great! It's kind of creepy though. Keep up the good work!

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  25. Whoa! Good read, keep it up.

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  26. I'm loving your stuff. Like what other people said, your unique use of imagery works wonders in these stories.

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  27. I would hate to have such vivid dreams. Mine are so fucked up, I'm glad they eventually fade from memory.

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  28. These dreams when you think you just woke up are the most vivid ones...

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  29. Wow what creepy dreams u have :S

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  30. Woah, spooky. I know someone else that sleeps with their eyes open slightly!

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  31. Fantastic writing! I'm really getting envious here..

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  32. the day before yesterday i did the same, it was raining hard and gently and closed my eyes and this weird aura just was in place

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  33. I hope there is more to come.

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  34. Your stories are all good, almost believable!
    I think that adds to the quality

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